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Runaway Keyboard

I can’t seem to get this blogging thing out of my system. I was sure it would die after a few labored posts and then I could get back to the book I was reading. I only got into this on a whim and a push from my kid sister anyway.

So what gives? Why can’t I keep away from this keyboard?

I spend all day on a computer at work and now at home as well. It’s too much!

My fingertips have calluses!

AACK!!

[Deep breath.]

Okay, so I spend a lot of time on a PC at work and a MAC at home. Yep, I’m a MAC fan. (Not the point.) The point is that this blogging thing is interfering with my all-time favorite pastime — reading.

I have a stack of books, sitting over there on the shelf, watching me as I type. I can hear them calling to me. (Help me! Help me! They sound just like The Fly. The original Fly with Vincent Price, not the new Fly.)

I can feel Amazon trying to get my attention up there on the bookmarks bar.

I feel the need to read!

But, here I sit — blogging. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) It’s fun. I enjoy blogging. I just didn’t realize when I started that it would take over my life and I’d turn into a “stats” hound — 495 hits and counting. Okay, so that’s not the highest number in the world and lots of other bloggers have much, much better stats than me. So what. Don’t care. I like my stats. They’re mine and I’m keeping them. So there!

[Deep breath.]

Where was I?

Oh, yeah, I have brand spanking new, shiny, glossy magazines to read. Haven’t touched them other than to bring them in from the mail box. Had to tear myself away from the blog to even check the mail box. Now, that’s just awful, though, not as bad as the snarly looks I’m getting from my two cats Emmie and Ollie. Bet they can’t even remember what my lap is like. It’s not that I completely ignore them. I do feed them and tidy their box. (Yucky chore. When they’ve gone to cat heaven, I will never have another cat. A dog, maybe, but no cats.)

And, let’s not talk about the housecleaning that’s gone by the wayside. If I don’t wash some dishes pretty soon, I’m going to be eating soup from the can. Is it that you can put cans in the microwave or that you can’t?

Oh, well. Details.

Now, that the frantic urge to create a post (pure dribble though it be) has passed, I can go back to reading my book. It’s a good one. Long. But good. Has dragons in it. Did I mention that it’s a five-volume series. I’m on the third book in the series. Well, I should go now.

It doesn’t get any better. It will interfere with everything. You will need to check your blog before you go to bed and first thing in the morning. After all, there are people all over the world reading blogs. There may be a comment in queue. There should be therapy groups somewhere for this.